To Fei's disappointment, the bookstore was empty, and there was no bookstore owner she wanted to meet.

She sighed and left the bookstore.

The shops on both sides of the bookstore are also empty.

The dolls in the window of the doll shop have accumulated a layer of dust. The girl doll in a red dress looks lifelessly at the outside world.

The taskers went all the way to the north. They probably had walked several hundred meters, but found nothing.

However, they didn't know that the audience in the live broadcast room was already fried.

"That doll...!!!"

"Is it the first nightmare of Beibei Live? It was that nightmare?!"

"Damn, did you see the doll in the red dress?! What's the matter with this nightmare! I'm shocked!"

"I was also shocked...This nightmare contains elements of other nightmares? But Beibei said that your nightmare is related to nightmares. I thought your nightmare would be like this..."

"The reasoning boss said what I felt!"

"It's the same for me!"

"So is this nightmare really the ultimate nightmare?"

"This...I don't think it is. I think Beibei's nightmare is!"

"Yes! Beibei is the one who is strong!"

"Calm down, Beibei has said before that his nightmare is not the ultimate nightmare..."

"Anyway, how can this nightmare include elements of other nightmares?"

"Uh, I have two thoughts. It's just a coincidence, of course it's unlikely; second, isn't the background of this game the end? Perhaps the nightmares of the residents of these narrow buildings are actually the same?

"Their nightmares are based on what they experienced in the last days, and their past is in the same general background. Some people have a small nightmare scene, confined to their own space, so they can't see anything.

"But for some people, the nightmare scene is larger, which may include other people's experiences in the apocalypse.

"However, even if the experience of other people is included, it does not mean that their real experience will be reproduced absolutely. Every nightmare will definitely be carried out according to the memory of the nightmare owner."

"That's why, there is no one in the doll shop or the bookstore. It's just a lonely scene. It doesn't mean that the doll shop owner and Xiaochun will appear in this nightmare."

"It makes sense!"

"I got it! I really got it!"

"This worldview feels a bit interesting. According to this, in fact, in a nightmare, you can also find clues to other nightmares? Of course, the premise is that the scene is large enough."

"On the contrary, I am becoming more and more curious about what Beibei's nightmare is. It is related to the nightmare, but it is not in its present form...?"

"Suddenly I wonder, is this the only scene in this nightmare? If it is coincidental enough, will it include all the nightmares we experienced with Beibei?"

"It's all impossible... I'm surprised that there is this doll shop!"

The taskers were discussing happily.

They were deeply impressed by their first nightmare when they met Xu Beijin, and even if some viewers hadn't watched that live broadcast, they understood it in the heated discussion among the audience.

From the perspective of God, the audience has realized the special features of this nightmare, but these taskers have not yet realized it.

Fei, Jiashi Mu, and the long-haired man have never been to the nightmare Wu Shen once had, so they missed a chance to discover a secret at this moment.

However, in the nightmare that this scene is large enough, they still have enough time.

Mu Jia looked up at the sky from time to time in real time, seeming a little anxious.

Fei asked him, "What's the matter?"

Mu Jiashi said vaguely: "Some...signs in the nightmare."

Fei was startled, so he stopped asking. She didn't want to know too much information about this nightmare, not only because she didn't want to be preconceived, but also because... She had faint anxiety and fear about this nightmare.

... She knew that this nightmare was the nightmare of Mu Jiashi's failure. When Mu Jia mentioned this nightmare, her attitude was vague and secretive, which had already made her faintly understood.

However, what exactly does this nightmare mean, can actually give Mu Jiashi such a deep blow?

He always said that he was a trash and a loser, but when Fei and Wujian returned to the bottom of the narrow building and heard about the great achievements of Mu Jiashi, they were surprised.

Such a tasker, such a tasker whose reputation still circulates among certain people at the bottom of the narrow building, would he actually feel defeated and self-loathed because of a certain nightmare?

What happened?

What was the failure that nearly killed him?

Fei was very curious about Mu Jiashi's experience in this nightmare, but didn't want to ask directly.

They came to a crossroad. The traffic lights have stopped operating, which makes Fei fully aware of how far the social order has collapsed at the end of the day.

She wanted to cross the road anxiously.

At this moment, suddenly a madman rushed out of the shop around the corner, yelling, and ran into the three taskers frantically. He didn't do anything else, just hit the three people with his head, as if trying to drive them away.

The long-haired man opened his arms excitedly: "Come on! Kill me!"

The madman lowered his head and hit the long-haired man with the top of his head, making the latter stagger, but sighed in disappointment.

Fei was caught off guard and fell to the ground. Mu Jiashi stretched out his hand to pull her up, and then looked at the madman and the shop behind him.

"Bald-headed barbershop?" he muttered weirdly.

Fei twitched his mouth, looked at the madman, and said, "Sure enough... they are all crazy."

She instinctively thinks of what happened in the last nightmare.

The long-haired man yelled dissatisfiedly: "It's boring! Let's go!"

The madman looked at them with fear and hatred, and then returned to his barbershop.

They continued to move forward, then stopped, staring at each other.

They saw a lively and crowded hot pot restaurant. The hot pot restaurant is open on the street and the business is very prosperous.

There are already many people waiting outside the door, and the inside is also steaming. The smoke from the boiling hot pot makes everyone look fuzzy, as if they are doing something irrelevant.

But they are indeed eating mechanically.

The people waiting outside with numbers are even more anxious. There was a little boy, lying on the glass window watching the people inside eating hot pot, his saliva was about to flow out.

If this scene is in normal times, it would naturally appear ordinary, but the whole block is so quiet at the moment, and this hot pot restaurant is very lively, it seems particularly weird.

Fei couldn't help asking in confusion, "Are they crazy, or... not crazy?"

The long-haired man did not find a chance to die in this nightmare, and now it seems to be quite normal.

He said harshly: "It's crazy to look at it." He said yin and yang weirdly, "Doing things that are incompatible with society, in the eyes of those'normal people', isn't it crazy?"

Mu Jiashi glanced at him and thought to himself, who wants to take this cynical and cautious thinking right now?

Mu Jiashi said very realistically: "Go in and have a look. At least there are so many people here."

They walked towards the strange hot pot restaurant.

The closer you get, the more you can feel the warm and overflowing atmosphere. The three taskers were almost instinctively infected, and they swallowed at the same time, as if they could eat their favorite dishes in the next few seconds.

But precisely because of this, they subconsciously stopped.

Fei said, "Something's wrong." She stared at the hot pot restaurant, "There is a...very subtle atmosphere."

Mu Jiashi said: "This kind of madness may be contagious."

Fei murmured, "What a desperate scene that should be."

The long-haired man stared at the hot pot restaurant and swallowed subconsciously. He felt that his appetite was boiling, but the more so, the less he was willing to move. He seemed to be enjoying this almost tormented feeling.

Both Fei and Maki Jiashi ignored him.

Fei yelled at the guest who was waiting for a seat: "Hey! May I ask you a question?"

There was probably a distance of more than ten meters between them, but Fei didn't want to walk over anyway. She sensed the danger.

The man looked up visibly, and pointed at himself blankly.

Fei nodded: "It's you! Ask you a question."

She chose this person because the other people were dragging their families and being in groups, but this person was alone, sitting silently at the tail end, curled up, as if suffering from hunger.

Fei asked him, "Is the hot pot delicious here? There are so many people here, how long will I have to wait!"

"It's delicious!" The man gave a thumbs up unskilledly, and said in a rather fascinating tone, "But, it's mainly for this family's hot pot bath."

Hot pot bath?

Fei asked him what hot pot bath was.

The man said: "It is to pour the hot hot pot soup from the top, and it will drip to the soles of your feet..." He said in a respectful tone, "I heard that someone can do it, and I hope to do it."

Fei looked weird and thought, did he go straight to the hospital?

She asked: "What's the point of hot pot bath?"

"Clean yourself." The man widened his eyes, "This is the meaning of hot pot bath."

"Why not use water?" Fei asked, "and the hot pot is so hot."

"The hotter the better," the man murmured, "High temperature sterilization..."

Fei: "..."

Who can sterilize hot pot!

Fei didn't agree with it and wanted to continue.

But Mu Jiashi suddenly pulled her and said, "This is just a lunatic." He used a rather restrained tone, "Don't bother with him too much."

Fei just woke up, realizing that he seemed to be a little bit up just now.

She whispered in surprise, "This is...contagious madness?"

"Perhaps." Mu Jiashi stared at the hot pot restaurant, "They seem to regard hot pot as a kind of belief...the hot pot soup base is like holy water."

Fei felt a terrible cold, as if there were tiny bugs crawling around behind him. In the hot summer, she was born in a cold sweat.

She trembled and said, "However, it is impossible for this hot pot restaurant to be crazy..."

"So this is contagious..." Mu Jiashi whispered, "How many people in the world have fallen into such madness?"

Fei bit her lip, stared at the hot pot restaurant for a while, then said, "Go ahead. I want to know what else is waiting for us in front of us."

"The more important thing is the nightmare itself." Mu Jiashi said, "These lunatics are just the ‘danger’ in the nightmare."

Fei smiled reluctantly: "I know, I understand what you mean. I just...I just..." She said blankly, "I was just thinking, what happened at the time..."

They can no longer just treat these scenes as a game. They can't do this. This is what happened on their earth. Perhaps it has happened to them and beside them.

Although they have lost those terrible memories, they seem to feel the same way.

Therefore, when Fei saw the group of lunatics in the nightmare, what she thought was not how terrifying and terrifying the nightmare was. What she thought was, did humans ever face such madness on earth?

Suddenly and unexpectedly, it destroyed human civilization, crazy?

The three taskers left the hot pot restaurant anxiously.

Ding Yi and He Shujun did not go south at the first time.

Before that, it was the couple who studied the stop signs of the bus station, but they didn't find anything. Then Ding Yi and He Shujun discovered the problem in the bank, and they didn't say there was any problem with the bus station.

But when Ding Yi and He Shujun passed the bus station, they suddenly heard two bus horns from the corner.

A bus is coming.

He Shujun turned his head and glanced at the stop sign, then at the coming bus, and said in surprise: "It's a special tourist line, the terminal is a museum... there are two more stops. How about we sit down?"

Ding Yi nodded silently.

He Shujun is a self-satisfied and approachable person, so in the face of Ding Yi's reluctance and dullness, she didn't say anything, just smiled and got on the bus for herself.

Ding Yi followed behind her.

They have no money, but the bus does not collect any money. This tour line is free now.

The bus driver was an uncle in his forties. Seeing Ding Yi and He Shujun getting on the bus, he just glanced at them and turned his head in silence to continue driving.

He Shujun whispered: "I have an ominous premonition."

She looked at the rest of the people on the bus again.

There were about seven or eight passengers, each of whom glanced silently at them like a bus driver, and then turned his head.

Ding Yi and He Shujun went to the end of the bus and sat down.

He Shujun whispered to Ding Yi: "I suspect there is a problem with this bus."

Ding Yi said softly: "It is still in operation at this moment, there must be a problem."

He Shujun nodded in agreement.

They looked out the window in silence. When the sun was blazing, the sun shone on the road, reflecting the greasy dazzling light.

The wide sidewalk on the side of the road makes one wonder how many tourists should be at this moment when everything is normal, walking happily in this neighborhood while sweating.

"Cangcheng..." He Shujun muttered in confusion, "I always think I've heard this name somewhere."

Ding Yi glanced at her, then lowered his eyes.

The bus was running normally, and there were no problems as they thought. The bus driver is still observing the traffic rules, even though there are no traffic lights at this time.

The only time that the bus stopped, the two taskers were startled, but it was because a madman suddenly jumped out of the street, like he was about to commit suicide, and ran into the bus on his own initiative.

The driver braked sharply and stopped the bus.

The inertia caused Ding Yi, He Shujun, and other passengers to fall apart immediately. The extroverted He Shujun even sighed subconsciously, but then she instinctively put away her voice and looked around suspiciously.

None of the seven or eight passengers made a sound.

They just slumped and sat upright, as if nothing had happened. They sat there blankly, as if nothing had happened. They are like clay dolls, lifeless.

He Shujun felt that the bus was too quiet. She frowned and looked at Ding Yi.

She said, "Do you think it's weird?" She looked at the passengers, "These people...look like vegetative people."

Ding Yi said: "Perhaps their crazy performance is sitting quietly in the bus and being a qualified passenger?"

He Shujun couldn't help but laughed, and teased Ding Yi familiarly, saying, "This kind of madness is really funny. They can't be on the bus when things happen, so they will be stuck here... right?"

She blinked: "Impossible, right?"

Ding Yi looked at her silently.

He Shujun frowned, "Is it possible?" She said to herself, "That's too weird..."

Ding Yi shook his head, thinking that everything was done by this person.

She looked out the window, and after a moment, she suddenly said, "I'm here."

"What is this station?" He Shujun asked subconsciously, and then answered this question himself, "It seems to be... what art museum?"

The bus stopped. Just when the two taskers thought that no one would get off at this station, several passengers got up and got out of the car straight up.

After that, only three passengers, the driver, Ding Yi and He Shujun were left in the car.

He Shujun swallowed nervously and said, "I am starting to regret getting into this car. I always feel that something is wrong..."

But what could be the problem? What kind of madness does this bus mean?

She thought, it should be okay, after all, the previous station was also normal for getting on and off passengers and starting operations normally. Perhaps the madness of this bus is to keep repeating this tourist route, nothing more.

But thinking of the **** crimes that occurred in the bank before and the group of lunatics who ran out of this block from time to time, He Shujun's heart still couldn't help but feel worried.

She patted her cheek and muttered to herself: "Xiaohe, Xiaohe, this is the one who chose to go back to the bottom of the narrow building and enter this nightmare...you must work hard..."

Ding Yi looked at He Shujun, who was quietly cheering him up, and wanted to laugh somehow.

She shook her head and looked at the buildings flying past the window.

Suddenly, she said: "Do you think..."

"what?"

Ding Yi hesitated for a while, and then affirmed: "This bus is slowly accelerating."

He Shujun was stunned, and then immediately probed out the window, observing the distance to the next stop sign. During normal driving, passengers of course should not stick their heads out of the window, not to mention that in such a nightmare, it may mean more risks.

But at this moment, she can no longer take care of that much.

Within a few seconds, she retracted her head and said solemnly: "It's true." She said, "It's clear that it's almost the end point..."

Ding Yi said: "Could it be..." She guessed, "The road to death?"

He Shujun was stunned, and then said: "You mean, the terminal means death? Later this bus will voluntarily hit something?"

Ding Yi said: "It's possible. It's accelerating, just like trying to commit suicide."

"But..." She looked at the passengers who were still on the bus, with trembling lips, and said blankly, "If this is the case, wouldn't the first round of nightmares be over in a short time?"

"Perhaps because we got on this bus." Ding Yi analyzed rationally, "Some special mechanisms were triggered. Just now the driver and passengers both looked at us."

He Shujun was uneasy, she murmured: "No, no... or maybe it is because I want to avoid something, so I speed it up, right?"

Ding Yi said: "Yes, it is also possible."

He Shujun was somewhat persuaded, but this had no effect on their current situation. The speed of the bus was getting faster and faster, and she could almost hear the buzzing of the wind whizzing past her ears.

She finally couldn't sit still, stood up with a rush, and then rushed to the driver's position in front.

Ding Yi was startled by her impulsive and eager action, and hurriedly followed.

They saw that the driver's face was still expressionless, like a doll, but on the dashboard, the speed of the bus was indeed slowly increasing.

He Shujun had already seen the bus stop sign, next to the magnificent museum. She couldn't help saying: "Driver! Stop! We're going to get down, we're at the stop!"

The driver's mouth opened and closed: "The terminal, don't stop, you guys, get off later."

"Why don't you stop?!" He Shujun asked in astonishment.

"Museum, non-stop." The driver said stiffly, "here, non-stop. I have notice, you guys, I didn't watch it."

"What notice?" He Shujun asked anxiously, "What happened?!"

The bus has passed the stop sign of the museum.

The driver released the accelerator almost immediately, and then the bus decelerated immediately and finally came to a halt slowly. An inexplicable emotion flashed in the driver's hollow eyes. He restarted the bus and drove to the parking lot.

He whispered: "Museum, you can't go."

He Shujun frowned and asked, "You drove so fast just now because you were afraid of museums?!"

Ding Yi whispered beside him: "So your guess just now is correct. It is indeed to avoid something to speed up wildly."

He Shujun muttered, "But what is he afraid of? What can be in the museum?"

The driver froze and did not speak.

The two taskers heard footsteps coming from the back of the carriage. They turned to look and found that all three passengers had stood up and stood expressionlessly in front of the exit door behind the bus, waiting quietly. .

The driver drove the car and did not speak.

The atmosphere was so rigid that He Shujun couldn't stand it anymore.

About twenty or thirty seconds later, the bus stopped in the open parking lot. Opposite the parking lot is a crumbling tall building. The door of the bus opened, and the passengers at the back went down one by one.

The driver unfastened his seat belt and planned to get out of the car.

But He Shujun stopped him.

She found that this uncle in his forties was not incapable of communicating, he didn't seem to be completely mad, like other lunatics running around in the streets.

So she stopped the driver and asked him, "What happened? Why are you still driving at this time? Why don't you stop at the museum?"

The driver stared at her with hollow eyes, and then his mouth moved: "Museum, people are crazy. We, originally, didn't operate. But they said, no."

"The people at the museum asked you to continue to operate the tourist line?"

"They said that we must have guests and allow people to pass, otherwise, it will affect the city travel. They force us to drive the bus. Our department, temporarily, issued a notice and will not stop temporarily. However, it has to be opened. Bus. I can only continue to work."

He Shujun understood the driver's words, and then said in amazement: "Are the museum and the transportation department fighting? One party asked to maintain city tourism, and the other party suspends the stop at the corresponding station, but...but...this moment, why do you want to stop? jobs?"

The driver's eyes seemed to be empty, just standing there.

Ding Yi suddenly said, "Do you think he is like a robot?"

"Robot..." He Shujun muttered to herself, "This is his madness? Become a slave to work?"

Ding Yi said: "Perhaps, it is the slave of this bus and this bus line."

He Shujun trembled and said, "It's terrible." She shook her head. "The crazy man in the museum is also terrible... the fanatical pursuit of performance? The number of tourists?"

While she was guessing, she stepped aside to open the road, and saw the driver leave the bus sullenly, probably because he was off work at some point. He confirmed that He Shujun and Ding Yi got out of the car, and then closed the door.

As he walked away, his steps seemed to gradually become lighter, and his steps relaxed a lot.

Soon after, he left the sight of the two taskers.

He Shujun looked at the direction he was leaving, then turned around, looked at the opposite position, and his tone also became brisk: "Let's go, we still have to go to the museum."

They got up.

Although the bus has passed through the station, it is still closer to the bus parking lot than the original route from the library to the museum.

He Shujun said: "I found that this nightmare...Although there are many lunatics, there seems to be a certain order. This is what it looks like after the end? A civilization built on the wasteland?"

"Do you think this is the end?" Ding Yi said realistically, "If it's just a madman, it seems that it's not as good as the ruins."

"Perhaps there is a lunatic, what weapon switch is turned on? What terrible weapon has been put?" He Shujun said in a less rigorous and joking tone, "Isn't human beings like this..."

Her words stopped abruptly, and then she said nothing.

...... Humans are indeed like this.

However, does such a doomsday really happen in human society, in their earth?

He Shujun is a tasker from a higher level, and she has her own circle of friends. She heard some news, for example, such a doomsday may not only be a game setting, but more likely to happen on their earth.

It is precisely because of the end that they will enter the narrow building.

He Shujun didn't think there was any logical relationship in this. The end has happened, let's go, it is indeed possible. But why do they have to enter the narrow building and get stuck here?

This makes no sense at all.

He Shujun was suspicious of such speculations, and she knew that many taskers had thoughts like hers.

But when she really entered a nightmare related to the doomsday, she realized that she had actually subconsciously recognized this possibility.

Why?

She asked herself.

The final answer is that there is no other reason to explain it.

They have been in this narrow building for so many years, so long that they can't help thinking, why—why is there no one to rescue them? They can't get out, but what about outside? Does no one know their situation, and then come to rescue them?

Just as Fei was in the building standing in the burning city before, looking at the outside world, he thought that this building is still a safe refuge with food, why only the people in the building fled out, and there are no people outside. Come in?

Then she came to a conclusion.

Because there is no one outside.

……end.

He Shujun muttered the term in a low voice.

She thought, maybe the last days destroyed Che, and they, the humans trapped in the narrow building, are already the only survivors.

It's terrible. She was thinking sincerely, without any other emotions, just thinking about the doomsday.

Therefore, she would rather believe that nonsense. She would rather believe that there is indeed an doomsday, and that doomsday killed most of the human beings, and in the end only these people were left to enter the narrow building.

As for whether the narrow building is safe or dangerous, whether it is a refuge for these survivors or a cage, that's all for the rest.

She just needs a reason to explain so many years of struggling, so many years of deep pain and despair, so many years of no one cares about it.

...If they really have compatriots outside, why don't they come to save them?

He Shujun couldn't answer this question, and he didn't even dare to imagine how possible it would lead to this result.

Therefore, she can only force herself to think about other things.

For example, this nightmare right now.

He Shujun and Ding Yi were speechless, and soon came to the front of the majestic building in the museum.

The full name of the museum is "Cangcheng History and Culture Museum". It covers a huge area, not only the buildings, but also the surrounding greenery and recreational facilities. It looks more like a tourist attraction than an ordinary museum.

He Shujun muttered in a weird tone: "I can understand why the lunatics in the museum insist on maintaining the number of tourists."

They walked into the museum.

When they entered, they immediately escaped from the hot air outside the house.

The air-conditioning in the room made He Shujun a sigh of relief. In the narrow building, the weather is always constant on a cloudy day without sunlight. It has been a long time since she felt the hot summer sunshine.

But in this nightmare, the sun shining violently on the earth made He Shujun feel that she was about to be scorched.

Fortunately, in the museum, the air conditioner is turned on very friendly.

But this also seems very weird. He Shujun thought, why is the air conditioner still on here?

There are lunatics outside, the social order seems to have completely collapsed, and the streets are full of dead leaves but no one cleans them. However, the inside of this museum in Cangcheng is as clean as new, as if it is still waiting for visitors to enter.

"Good for you two."

Suddenly, Dao's voice rang in the ears of the two taskers.

They were startled, and when they heard about their reputation, they saw a white-haired old man who did not know where he came from, with expressions of surprise and relief on their faces.

He said: "Welcome to Cangcheng History and Culture Museum. What do the two ladies want to visit?"

He Shujun and Ding Yi looked at each other.

They suspected that the old man was the lunatic in the museum, but he still seemed to be able to communicate. Therefore, He Shujun said: "We are here for the first time, so why don't you take us to see it casually."

"Just take a look..." the old man sighed, and then said, "Well, let's go to the city hall first. It is about the history and past of the city. Recently, the museum is transferring some collections, so there is nothing to see. a lot of.

"Is it the first time for the two of you to come to Cangcheng?"

"Yes."

He Shujun and Ding Yi followed the old man and walked to the solo exhibition hall on the west side.

On the way, they are like real tourists, and the old man is their tour guide, introducing them to the museum and the city.

It seemed that everything was business as usual, but it was this kind of atmosphere that made He Shujun a cold sweat when he arrived at the city pavilion.

She didn't see anyone along the way, as if there were only three of them in this empty museum. The old man's quiet and silent footsteps made him look more like a ghost than a living person.

He is like the incarnation of this museum, old, silent, kind and kind, but his whole body is full of traces of decay and decay, as if it will dissipate in the next second.

If there are people coming and going, and shoulder to shoulder, then perhaps He Shujun should feel a kind of prosperous and warm atmosphere, as if the city has also come alive. But this is not the case now.

She stepped on the floor of the museum, as if stepping on a long-rotten corpse, soft and cold.

She thought, the air-conditioning in the museum seemed a bit too much. I used to provide cool air conditioners to tens of thousands of tourists, but now I just blew them at the three of them, blowing the cold behind He Shujun, and I always feel that this museum looks gloomy everywhere.

But He Shujun did not feel any crazy breath from this old man.

If he insisted on saying it, the old man seemed to take this museum too seriously...?

But in terms of his age, he might have worked in this museum for his entire life and regarded it as his home. And after something happened, people went crazy.

People usually don't necessarily want to come to the museum. After the great changes, of course, they are even more unexpected.

For the elderly, this will inevitably lead to loss, and such a loss seems to be understandable...

He Shujun looked at the old man with a little confused light in his eyes.

Ding Yi looked at her and suddenly pulled her, interrupting her thoughts.

He Shujun said "Ah", as if waking up from a dream, looking at Ding Yi with a dazed expression.

Ding Yi asked her in a rather harsh tone: "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking... his madness can be... understandable...?" He Shujun himself was in a cold sweat, "Why would I think so! It's horrible!"

Two taskers stood there, talking in a low voice.

The old man took two steps forward and found that the two tourists did not follow up. He turned around and asked peacefully, "What happened?" He looked at He Shujun's face, "Do you feel uncomfortable? I can. Take you to the infirmary."

He Shujun thought for a while, then nodded, acquiescing to what the old man said.

Now He Shujun's face is indeed not very good-looking.

Then, the old man turned to Ding Yi and asked, "Do I need to find another guide for you?"

"No, no need." Ding Yi said, "I worry about my companion."

The old man nodded in understanding, then smiled and said, "Come with me."

As a result, the three changed paths and did not continue to the City Pavilion.

The infirmary is located on the east side of the museum building, and they are now on the west side of the museum, so they almost have to go through the entire building to reach.

On the way, the two taskers had no intention of talking with the old man.

He Shujun asked anxiously, "Is this madness... contagious? Or is it related to this scene?"

Ding Yi said frankly: "I don't know. But..." She looked at the back of the old man walking in front, "Maybe we can ask?"

He Shujun didn’t hesitate, and said, “Okay! Anyway, it’s the nightmare in the first round, so you have to take the initiative...